Mood:
vegas luckyNow Playing: Celtic Woman and the Olympics
Topic: Family Fun
At about 7:30 PM this evening I was getting ready to give the Messy Monsters their bath, and Alex decides he wants his blankie. You know, The Blankie. The one he carries everywhere in his grubby little boy hands, the one he waits for by the back door with bated breath when Blankie has to visit Mr. Washing Machine. The one he covers himself with at night before he goes to sleep. The beloved, irreplaceable, one and only Blankie.
And, I realize, I don't know where Blankie is. I haven't seen Blankie all afternoon...since, in fact we came back from......TARGET.
Uh Oh....((((Jaws theme playing in background as Mom breaks into cold sweat)))
I ask Emma, "Hey, Emma, when was the last time you saw Alex's blankie?"
"Mommy, I think he had it at Target".
"Do you remember if he had it on the way home?"
"No...Mommy, can I have a cookie?" (so, is that no, I don't remember if he had it, or no, he didn't have it?)
I proceed to tear the house apart. I look everywhere- the car, the kitchen, the sunroom (for a brief blissful moment I think I see it on the chair by the computer, then I realize it is only a mirage) the sofa, the bedrooms, the refrigerator, the container we store the dog food in. Just as I am pulling on my steel toed Blue Roof boots to climb up onto my roof (in the freezing dark) on the (miniscule) chance that it somehow migrated up there...I think, I could call Target and ask them. Target is called. No blankie of any kind.
This situation is getting dire- very dire, indeed. And then I remember, way back in the foggy recesses of my frantic brain- Alex was in my room when I was making the bed. Could it be in the sheets? Tear bed apart. No blankie. Could it be UNDER the bed? Look under bed and see a vision of blue crocheted granny square. Could it be? I reach out and touch it....
BLANKIE WAS UNDER THE BED! (((Strains of Handel's Hallelujah Chorus stream through my house at this moment))).
Crisis of the day, averted.